For this year’s A-Z Challenge I decided to focus on things that I have come across during our 5 years of active kink, and share my experiences and things I have learned, my opinion or things I am curious about. In each post I am using an image that has been used on my blog before, with a link to the original post.
Continued from… W is for Wet & More
St. Andrew’s Cross
I have had the privileged to be tied to a St. Andrew’s Cross several times and being flogged by two men. The very first time I experienced subspace was while I was tied to the cross. There is something magical being tied by wrists and ankles and not having much room to move and get away from those painful strikes of a flogger, a whip or a cane. When we are at home and Master T uses any kind of implement on my bottom, I normally bend over the bed or the back of the couch. If it hurts too much I can squirm away, or crouch. Even if he warns me, I know this is an escape. When I am tied to the St. Andrew’s Cross, I seem to surrender far easier. This must be some kind of psychological thing, I’m sure. I won’t say it hurts less when I am tied to the St. Andrew’s Cross and I won’t say I can handle more, but in a way the latter might be true. You see, I can let go far easier, allow the pain to take hold of me, concentrate on processing the pain instead of my subconscious telling me that I can escape if I want to when I am not tied down. Does that make sense?
This is another position I love to be in: spread-eagled on the bed. Of course here I don’t mean me lying there with my arms and legs spread, but my arms and legs tied to the four corners of the bed and me being naked and ready to be used. Being spread-eagled I can hide nothing from anyone looking down on me. I can’t squirm away or close my legs to hide my sex. I have to surrender to the hand or hands touching me, or the cock entering me, or the tongue licking me. Get the picture? I have to surrender to whoever wants to use me.
One of the rules that Master T has set for me and I have been following for years now, is that I am never to cross my legs – not when he is with me and also not when I am somewhere else. In the beginning this was incredibly difficult, but I gradually got used to it, up to such a point that even if I try to cross my legs now, it’s uncomfortable. There are times though when I wish I could cross my legs, and that is when I have lower back pain. When I sit on the couch and cross my legs, the pain seems to lessen. However, I cannot remember when the last time was that I crossed my legs. I do cross my ankles though, when I sit on the couch or on my work. That is allowed.
To be continued… Y is for Yes & More
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